Rescue Teams’ Song
The plane came and filled the sky with its flame.
I knew then that I’d never,
Ever be the same.
Though the sun still shone
and the tide still turned,
The world stood still as the city burned.
When I heard the tales of the Rescue Teams,
Guilt and pain flowed like twin raging streams.
I wished there was something I could do,
To help those heroes make it through
The buildings and bodies raining down
On the sidewalks of my old hometown.
The smoke rose in a sky high cloud,
As debris fell on the fleeing crowd.
I saw the horror,
I fought my fears,
But I couldn’t stop my flooding tears.
The plane came and filled the sky with its flame.
I knew then that we’d never ever be the same.
I knew then that we’d never,
Ever be the same.
Though the sun still shone,
And the tide still turned.,
The world stood still as the city burned.
They were first responders
Doing what they must.
Now their bodies are ashes and dust.
Thanks to the lost three hundred forty three,
The first to arrive.
There are twenty five thousand who are still alive.
Thanks to what these martyrs have done,
Twenty five thousand can still walk in the sun.
Thanks to three hundred and forty three
That selflessly died,
Twenty five thousand live to help turn the tide,
Against all terror and the darkness it breeds.
We’ll be guided by the light of these glorious deeds.
The plane came and filled the sky with its flame.
I knew then that we’d never,
ever be the same.
Though the sun still shone,
and the tide still turned,
The world stood still as the city burned.
Remember the heroes,
remember their fate,
But let their love be reason celebrate.
Ted Getzel
